Wide-awake at night but it is not due to you. Oh, yes. Wide-awake at night, but it is not surely due to you. I am right to listen the crack of plaster and the impulse of the clock in the quarter of the following individual.

[Okay, okay. I know this smacks of being a cheap shot to not have to write anything. So?]

Tomorrow or the next day I should be posting a song that was the result of grafting these lyrics to another short set of similarly themed lyrics (hey, that’s about 30% of my oeuvre, ya’ know?)… in the name of efficiency, as much as anything. I’m a database guy. We hate unnecessary redundancy…

Though totally different in musical feel, today’s song mirrors yesterday’s in some ways. The music is darkly funky (or aspires to be) but the lyrics are a bit self-consciously grim.

If yesterday’s “Hasta” (below) had a bit of playful, if sardonic whimsy, “Stood Up” is decidedly darker and meaner.

There’s a nastiness to lines like “If this is the best love you can shove into my face…” that might give a clue as to why I have sometimes been known as the Bard of Bitterness, Denial, and Regret. Like you were wondering…